Ode of Flight

March 3, 2014

Birds soar through the sky,

Green eyes search the ground below

Wings spread as they fly

Just look at his wings!

Outstretched and loose, he is free

Oh, to be him once!

Outside my window,

I hear his sweet canticle

Oh to join along!

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